AN: Another 100 Themes (along with the OTHER 100 Themes). This time it is 'faith', 'troubling thoughts', and 'acceptance'.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.

The next time he sees her, she is happy to see him, but he can sense how guarded she is. Her bright blue eyes meet his reluctantly when he jerks her chin up with his hand. "Look at me." He hisses.

Harley does, and in those electrifying orbs, he can see every thought. There is a dark, lurking anger cloaked by suspicion. She doesn't know if she can trust him.

"Aw, is my Harleykins alright?" The Joker asks in a low, babyish voice. Her nostrils flare and he tries to back up a second too late as her palm smashes against his cheek. The Joker feels his hands clench of their own accord, and he has to stop himself from sending a punch straight to her jaw. He imagines the fragile bones of the former doctor crumbling beneath his fists, the sharp cry of pain that would burst out of her. Instead he captures the hand that has struck him in his much larger one. His grip is tight and it hurts her, but she learned to deal with the pain if she wants to last a minute by his side. "Don't you ever hit me, Harley, understand?" His tone is soft but deadly. He is a predator, vicious yet seductive, and she is his whimpering prey.

She nods, but her lower lip juts out, slipping into a pout. He understands that she has become even more childlike since she broke him out, because she expects him to protect her, to some degree. Despite the fact that he has beaten her before, she comes crawling back and acts as if he's the hero. He is, to her, of course, because he saved her from a miserable life and introduced her to chaos. Harley owes everything to him, and they both know it.

"Why did you lie?" Her question is soft and he almost misses it. His brow furrows and he leans down to her level.

She is so short and little and it's one of the things he likes about her. "Lied?"

"About the circus, and your father, and e- everything!" The words finish in a sob, and she falls backward, curling into a ball and rocking back in forth. His lip curls. Weakness is not allowed. He swoops in and this time he does hit her. Not as hard as he could, but enough to get her to stop the crying.

The Joker crouched beside her, settling on his haunches to watch the small blonde. He has always liked the sound of her laugh, but also the sound of her tears. "I didn't lie, Harley." He says, quietly, and he swallows slightly. "I just don't remember." The admission pains him in a way. No one has ever known that he lost his memory completely in Ace Chemicals. They think that whenever he makes up a story about his past life, he is simply playing with them. And he is, but there is no true past to recount.

Another tear slips down her cheek and he can almost taste the agony she feels for him. She has seemed to be doing that a lot lately, feeling for him so that he does not have to feel for himself. It makes it easier for him to be strong.

"I'm so sorry, Mistah J." She murmurs, and tips forward to plant a gentle kiss on his bright red lips. "I'm so sorry."

He gets up and avoids looking at her for a moment. After he dusts off his purple pants, he extends a long, white hand towards her. She accepts it immediately, and he pulls her up to stand beside him. "Home?" The Joker suggests lightly, and Harley nods.

The pair descend into the darkness and vanish from the night.

AN: Wow, I love how easy it is to write drabble, because it's so short and isn't plot-based at all. I think I'll be doing more of this(:

So what did you think? What can I improve on? What did I do well in? Feedback is greatly appreciated, thank you everyone!